So since I can remember my family has been big BYU football fans. I grew up with a brother who is very athletic and competative and it has only gotten worse over the years. While I adore my brother he is that guy at the games who you kindof want to punch because he is yelling so much, believing that the players and referees are actually hearing his outrageous words of "advise". He has gotten in a number of yellng matches and fights over his beloved BYU cougars and I must admit at times I am a bit embarrassed by his enthuasium.
And then it happened. My little Emma had her first soccer game. Mind you she is only four and so she is playing that kind of soccer when they all just run around and chase the ball. There is always a girl who is sitting down on the field picking flowers or making a castle out of the dirt and there is lots of falling down and grabbing the soccer ball with their hands. At this age it is just fun, who cares who wins or scores the goal, we are all on a team here to just have fun. But oh no, not to me. As soon as the ball is kicked off Im standing up yelling at Emma to get the ball, to run faster, to kick it hard etc. etc. etc. It isn't until half time that I realize I am becoming hoarse from all my "parental support". I vow to try and calm down since afterall they are only four and for goodness sake this is fun not competative. But then they start the second quarter and Im out of my seat again, yelling and jumping, unable to contain my "cheering". By the end of the game I am more tired than Emma and as I sat in my seat I took a deep breath and realized I am one of those people who you want to sit down and stop shouting-a bit annoying but in my world lets just call it lovingly enthuastic.